Hey Doll Its Vegas Here

You raucousness lady of the night!

Your seductiveness is so much more than cards, slots and electronic roulette wheels. How we dote on your ostentatious displays of vying LED lights in colors of the rainbow -- each display beckoning you to "come hither" and be immersed in arousing sundown experiences. Choices are endless in this smorgasbord of life sensualities! Everything -- and anything pleasurably imaginable is available --mostly for a price.

Alluring, heh?

Just stroll these avenues, as we seniors are doing tonight -- jostling amongst the animated mosaic of street crowd faces.

"Text so-and-so number for girls! girls! girls!" broadcasts the corner huckster, noisily flipping his handout business cards!

"Text so-and-so number and we will come directly to you!" returns a competing hawker's gravelly voice.

"Witness the ultimate erotic late night show in town!" streams bold black lettering on a slow back-and-forth moving, digital display billboard truck. Of course the advertising is interspersed with girlie photos displaying about size DD+ knockers.

"How about some late night real action?" This back alley guy has to be a dealer of some sorts, so we hurriedly stroll on by.

"Hey, good looking dude" the promiscuous street show girls with their feather plumage and G-stringed buttocks sidle up to charm my man. Sirens of the night they are, as their gloved arms wrap tightly around your waist! Your gaze is inadvertently caught up in their sultry, heavily eye lashed, beckoning eyes. I see my companion's broad grinning face. He's simply lovin' it!

We gave into temptation and are now sampling our 190 Octane® Fat Tuesday streetside daquiris! What ultra sweet concoctions these are -- sold by the foot, of course! Are you at a good high yet? Those first sips were teasers. "Ah, come on folks, let's be reckless and take a whopping gulp just to get you feelin' mighty fine" cajoles the bartendress adorned in some mighty skimpy play wear, with most of her tattoos on full display --including the butt cheek ones as she leans over the counter!

Sights and sounds now emerge as one blended -- and vivifying landscape. Immerse yourself in this macrocosm of desire, lust, carnality, sexual adventure -- and, of course, personal addictions. That is why the gawking public walks these avenues. Singles are mainly on the hunt; couples and families are just enjoying the nightly excitement!

Inhale the pleasures of this evening's Strip sauntering!

Remember that the morning's sunrise quickly dissolves it all.

Ah! Vegas!

It's most refreshing now to return from Sin City. Quieter.

Obviously, home is considerably lower key than that raucous Vegas scene. Enshrouded with barely audible background music, the relative silence of our bedroom certainly offers me head space for my private Vegas recollections --mainly about us.

Ours was a handsome corner hotel suite, rising seventy six floors above the cacophony of Vegas street life. That is exactly what we desired. We wanted to feel the extremes of sensory overload, then the quietude of being together, nude, against high quality thread count sheets and plush comforters -- certainly expected to be offered in such a luxurious space.

Of course, nightly and bedside, were the chilled prosecco and lubricants of several flavors. There might have been a "vitamin V" slipped in there somewhere, too! Our love making sessions have always been slow, delicious, and long lasting. Perhaps that comes with a lifetime of love making experiences, along with multiple partners. That's just the way life goes, in retrospect.

Certainly, there's no need to make this a whirlwind session! We have the rest of this night.

I adore scooting, in anticipation, between those sheets ahead of him, with just my lacey panties on. From my pillow's perspective, I watch him undress. It's kind of a ritualistic affair. First, it's all the shirt buttons, followed by offing that Italian leather belt, then trousers dropping to the floor.

Oh yes! There's the eye contact -- him to me; me to him. Then he carefully downs his briefs that are constricting a rather good sized boner. Look at that bad boy nested in his graying pubic fuzz. He still enjoys his male pizzazz!

Come! Let's play!

I slip down from my pillow so that his knees can straddle either side of my shoulders. It's in-your-face time as his shaft head now touches my lips and forcibly pushes into the moisture of my mouth. I sense he has balanced his hands high above me, against the linen tufted king size headboard. Now begins the rhythms of careful, thrusting motions, as he is craving tongue petting from me to the point of exploding.

Then he does.

He's a vocalizer! "Damn! Screw it all! Christ's sake!" His blown load now oozes from my lips, as we kissy-face tongue to tongue.

Resting a bit and sipping our prosecco, there's little need for words, as the melodies of soft jazz music carry us deeper into our lovemaking.

One may term it self-indulgent, but when we next twist our bodies head-to-toe, the slathered lotions, combined with foot and leg massaging is truly a fantabulous feeling. We are taking our time. This is the intimacy of foreplay!

He now manages to steal off my panties.

I sense for certain what's next to come.

But, do I?

Click.

Our familiar rubber dildo begins its vibrations up and down my vajayjay. Crave its sensations! In fact, I position my hands and spread my lower lips apart. I am inviting deep skin contact as my lady moisture builds. His fingers play in my body juices.

Grooving with that foreplay massaging arousal, next comes the toy's vaginal penetration. My legs are straddling his face. He definitely knows the art of insertion. Slowly, slowly, then he pushes it all the way up there. OMG! I am loving the sensuality of his movements, with his thumb occasionally petting my sweetest of feminine spots. With my back somewhat arched, I rocket up into my own erotic pleasure sphere; he is my loving guide.

"Please more!" is all I can manage in a soft purr.

"I'll do what you desire, Bae," returns his breathy reassurance to me. I love his examining me --down there!

That is when I sense his other hand nudging something hard against my rear.

"What? Is this a new play thingie?" I question in a whisper.

Under his breath comes a guttural "Yeah!"

It takes all my concentration to lubricate it --with his ongoing rhythmic maneuvers continuing to gratify of my pussy. I finally get that thing coated.

It?

This was amazing! A tapered black vinyl butt toy was instantly positioned in my hands to feel, to adjust, to lubricate, and to guide -- all based on his whispered directions.

We then shifted our body positions.

Emblazoned in my mind is the imagery of his rearing up, almost countenance level with that beautiful set of balls and hanging cock presented directly in front of my face. I'm a texture gal, just loving a really close-up of the convoluted intricacy of pink skin folds -- dotted with his intimate area twisty pubic hairs.

I also sensed that gentleness was very much needed this first time around for both of us. My left hand thumb and index finger separated his ass crack, so that my right hand could begin maneuvering that plug into his hole.

It had to all be performed most delicately.

And, truly it was!

A couple of my maneuvers caused him a painful wince, then I ultimately got that toy directed in the right angle --softly twisting it into new pleasure sensations for him. Sensing this was the right depth to end what was now a very deep penetration, I gingerly moved both of my hands away, allowing him freedom of movement with his anally embedded vibrating toy.

I could see his butt and hips slightly swaying with the toy's pulsations. With eyes tightly closed, he was certainly now totally consumed in his own carnal rhythms --all for a very seemingly long time that Vegas evening.

Now, with his right hand straight away grabbing at his whole man package, repeatedly jerking it upwards, then down, his pleasuring himself meant he was about to cream.

I quickly rolled sideways to get a buzz out of that private show.

Ah! Back to reminiscing about our Vegas junket.

On our return, friends asked, "How was it? How was Vegas? Anything really new?"

Caught off guard, one of us had to momentarily think about an answer.

"Well, what mischief did you two get into?" our friends continued to prod over a happy hour glass of Pinot Grigio.

A very reticent pause followed. How should we politely respond to that? In fact, I blushed a bit!

It was my partner who quickly verbalized a socially acceptable response. Whew!

"Vegas? Well yes! Winning a few bucks; outrageously expensive dining experiences; more alcohol than folks our age should ever consume; entertainment venues of every ilk; and, of course, those Vegas streets were supremely entertaining on our evening strolls!"

To ourselves we were privately thinking....Vegas! you over-the-top harlot -- grabbing us by the proverbial gonads. In our seventy-something years, we continue to explore. We are loving this intimate new vibe in our lives and desire to delve more deeply into new experiences of sensuality! Afterall, we sort of are in the last throes of being lively and able to get out and really see our world!

As seniors, we're going for broke! And, rest assured, s-e-x is still very much a vital part of it all. Like they say man, "The Strip" is quite a fine aphrodisiac!

Are we contemplating a Vegas return? What the f*** do you think.

More delights of the flesh are yet to be savored-- or so we suspect!